Page 21 of Meant for You

“I’m saying no.”

His gaze slid back to Lila. “Fuck, man, but look at her,” he said, voice dangerously close to a whine. “Just look at her.”

“Get a hold of yourself.”

He muttered something under his breath.

I stayed where I was, watching Everly, torturing myself through three songs and about to drag her off the dance floor and back to me when they returned.

Both were laughing and talking, and Eves barely looked at me as she grabbed her beer and took a sip. Lila leaned in and said something to Eves, and I watched my girl turn around toward a group of guys. When she turned back she was blushing.

No.

Hell fucking no.

Did she know those guys? Was she interested in one of them? What the actual fuck was going on?

I opened my mouth to say something, to get her eyes back on me, right as another song started.

“I love this song! Come dance with us,” she said to me and Riff.

I chuckled. It sounded as forced as it felt. “You’ve seen me dance. You really think that’s a good idea?”

She laughed, humor reaching her beautiful brown eyes, obviously remembering the time she tried to teach me. “Okay, maybe not.”

The two of them rushed back to the dance floor, and I barely resisted grabbing her and keeping her from leaving my side.

Riff slapped my arm. “What the fuck? Let’s go before some other assholes get in there.”

“You wanna dance?” I said to him in disbelief.

Riff shrugged. “Why not?”

“You’re serious?”

He shrugged again, took a chug of his beer and, ignoring me completely, headed for the dance floor. I stood there pissed and kind of shocked as he walked toward the girls. One of the Ramblers’ most ruthless brothers, wearing his MC cut, tatted from his neck to his damned feet, was hitting the dance floor.

He held his hands out to Eves and Lila when he reached them, and I shit you not, they both took one. Riff twirled them, making them laugh, then proceeded to dance like a fucking idiot with both of them.

“What are you doing standing here?” Bull said, leaning over the bar behind me, brows low, lips turned down.

“I don’t dance,” I said.

Bull motioned across the bar to the group of guys Eves had been so damn interested in. One of them was watching Everly, a grin on his face. Tanner Rogers, the motherfucker. I’d seen him at the gym since I’d been back. He’d been a year below me at school and was a fucking prick.

Nope. No fucking way. Not going to happen.

The song changed. It was faster, had a heavy beat, the kind of song I’d cut an arm off listening to before dancing to it.

But I could sway from side to side if forced.

Slow dance to a fast song in a crowded bar.

I guess I could cross an item off Everly’s list. I mean, how hard could it be?

Tanner took a step toward the dance floor.

Time was up.